Fruit Inspection

Tiny Talk

We’re eating dinner tonight and the conversation turns to Santa Claus. The kids are talking about what they think he’s bringing this year and whether or not Santa will know where to deliver our gifts.

Suddenly Savannah says, “My friend told me that he’s not real. She said my parents are Santa Claus.”

Jeremy and I exchanged glances while keeping our mouths full of roast beef and mashed potatoes.

After a few seconds of silence she rolls her eyes and says, “Yeah right. Like my parents could deliver all those presents in one night!”

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